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I present to you Grail-chan

I finally finished drawing the chibi version of my oc character!

Character of this short story I wrote

13 / 09 / 2024

🇬🇧🇺🇲 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇲

This long story is the first since my previous account was deleted. I would like to thank my friend and co-author @phagster2 very much for agreeing to write this story with me.

It is the continuation of a story that he wrote and which inspired me.

Our ambition is to make a series like the one called ETHAN.

This is the first part, in which Chris, the tall blond male with blue eyes, makes Liam, a studious student, his servant.

I hope you will be there to read this story and the following parts 😁

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY written in collaboration with my friend @phagster2

- LIAM THE LOSER - PART 1

PART BY @submissivegayfrenchboy2

CHRIS : “Where do you think you’re going?”

Chris asked with astern look.

CHRIS : "I'll need my fag picking up after me in college too. I hope you haven't signed up for any colleges yet, and if you did you'll drop out. I need you in my dorm full time. You've got a month to pack your bags and come with me."

But, in reality, Liam did more than withdraw his application: he asked for Chris to take his place! Liam figured that if he had to give up his place at the prestigious university he had been accepted to, he might as well give someone else the benefit of it. And who deserves it more than Chris? Chris ordered him to remain his gay assistant at his own university.

Liam accepted, both out of admiration for Chris and also because he scared him a little. But Chris is not scary, mean, violent... He is nice to him as long as Liam obeys, so Liam figures he should continue to serve Chris as an assistant.

But a public university was unworthy of receiving a man like Chris. He had been the Homecoming King, the winner of all the high school games, and, having gotten good grades thanks to the fact that he had used Liam as a homework slave. Liam is the best student in the whole high school, he is cultured and intelligent, but was not very charismatic, funny, attractive. He is neither handsome nor ugly, neither strong nor weak, neither short nor tall, neither rich nor poor. In short, Liam is normal, basic, average, goes unnoticed.

He now has a strategy: he will use Chris to have a luxurious life, let Chris believe that he controls him, but in fact Liam intends to use Chris's beauty and charisma to get what he wants through him. He just has to transform Chris into an educated and elegant man, everything he is not.

First, Liam sent a letter of recommendation to his university saying that he gives up his place by asking that it be given to Chris Leyne. In his letter, he praises Chris's physical and moral qualities and sends photos of Chris. Recruitment for such a prestigious school requires a physical meeting between the board and the student, but Liam hopes that, having been admitted without an oral interview because of his good grades, the same will happen for Chris.

A week later, Liam, who has been living with Chris since he was kicked out by his family, hears Chris calling him in the living room. Chris has offered Liam to live with him, and in exchange for his hospitalization, to take care of the household chores. Chris' parents were away on vacation, so Chris was the only master and Liam acted as the perfect servant.

Busy cooking dinner, Liam took off his apron and arrived in the living room where Chris was sitting on the couch. He thought to bring a can of beer to Chris, who took it without looking at or thanking Liam. He pointed to the floor for Liam, told him to sit down and ordered him to massage his long, stinky, sweaty feet. Liam was like a dog at his owner's feet and began to massage his master's long, warm feet.

CHRIS: "I have here an acceptance letter to POWERFUL FUTURE UNIVERSITY! It's the best academy in the country! I didn't even apply! It proves that I'm exceptional."

LIAM: "Yes, Mr. Chris, the board certainly realized what an incredible person you are. You're perfect and it's only right that you're going to study at the best school."

CHRIS: "But who is this mysterious friend who recommended me. Maybe Paul, or Taylor, or..."

LIAM: "Or me."

CHRIS: "You? Ahahahhahahaha!!! 🤣 You would have given up a prestigious university for me?"

LIAM: "That's the truth, Mr. Chris. I'm grateful to you for allowing me to please you by serving you, so I wanted to offer you an exceptional life worthy of an exceptional being."

CHRIS: "Wow, Loser.... Sorry, Liam,... That's incredible. Thank you. In exchange, I promise you that I will keep you at my service no matter what, that I will always be there for you."

Throughout this discussion, Liam had continued to massage Chris' long, stinky feet.

CHRIS: "I want to thank you, loser! Um... Liam. I really can't call you Liam, I spent too much time calling you Loser. I think the easiest thing is for me to keep calling you that. And besides, it's rather pretty as a name, "Loser"! Well, then, what we're going to do is go to a restaurant together, Loser! That way after a good meal you can take care of my file to send to the university tomorrow."

LIAM: "Um... I already did, Mr. Chris. When I sent my letter, I also sent all the paperwork for your registration, and since I had already paid the tuition fees, everything was already taken care of, Mr. Chris."

CHRIS: "But that's super, Loser! See, Loser rhymes with super! You're my hero, you're Super-Loser! Hahaha! Now, let's go eat to celebrate!"

Liam put Chris' socks back on his feet, before tying his shoes. Then, they left the house.

CHRIS: "You know what? I want to give you a present! Why don't you drive my car? I know you've always wanted to drive one.

It's a form of trust to entrust you with my car, so make me proud!" It's true that Liam had passed his driving test, but couldn't afford to buy a car. Even though he was like him from the middle class, Chris was a little richer.

So Chris already had his own car, neither impressive nor magnificent, but at least he had one, unlike Liam. It was natural that Liam went to open the front door for Chris who got in without thanking him, before Liam went to the passenger seat like a chauffeur. There, he had the pleasure of driving a car, and told himself that it wasn't disturbing to be at Chris's service because it offered him opportunities such as this one, even if it was Chris who chose the music to listen to and the place.

Liam parked the car not far from the restaurant and went out. He expected Chris to get out of the car on his own, but he didn't. So Liam opened his door for him, and Chris got out the way he had come in: completely ignoring Liam.

He walked towards the restaurant, followed by Liam.

The restaurant was neither fancy nor too poor, just a nice restaurant with a good atmosphere.

Once seated, they were given the menus, and Chris wasted no time in ordering.

CHRIS: "So I'll have a steak with fries, and a glass of red wine, and my friend will have a green salad. And add a bottle of water."

Liam was stunned: Chris hadn't given him time to place his own order and was forcing him to eat a green salad, but no dressing, like he was a rabbit!

He ate his salad without dressing and had to watch Chris devour his appetizing steak.

CHRIS: "Hey, I'm feeling generous, Loser!"

Chris handed him a fry.

LIAM: "Thank you so much for your generosity, Mr. Chris."

He was supposed to thank Chris for a fries when he had only been able to eat a salad!

Less than an hour later, Chris ordered Liam to go pay for their meal. Liam felt stupid for thinking Chris was going to pay for their dinner. But since he had been living with Chris, he had been having money problems. Disappointed by his decision to give up on studying at a prestigious university, his family had preferred to disown him. He had been able to take some things, but Chris had sold them as soon as he arrived in order to pay the rent that Liam owed him.

Just because he did all the housework didn't mean Liam had to live for free too!

Even if living meant sleeping on a mattress at the foot of Chris's bed, and his only clothes were the ones Chris had worn five years ago, Chris had become so much taller and more muscular than Liam.

When he came back to Chris, he looked happy.

CHRIS: "You're going to be happy because thanks to me you've found a job that you're probably going to be very good at! The restaurant is looking for a new server, and I suggested your name to the manager. You start tomorrow!"

MANAGER: "You'll work from 5 p.m. to 2 a.m. You're entitled to a 10-minute break to eat."

CHRIS: "You'll be busy in the evening, so you'll have to have my meals prepared before you go to work."

MANAGER: "You have to be there 40 minutes before your shift to check the table layout and tidy up a bit."

CHRIS: "Well, you'll have to go by bus or on foot, because I won't lend you my car."

MANAGER: "And since you're the newest server, it'll also be your job to clean the toilets, understand?"

CHRIS: "Oh that's great, he loves it! Cleaning toilets is one of his favorite pastimes. He does it at my place morning and evening."

MANAGER: "Is that true? That's good because our toilets are sometimes clogged so you'll have to unclog them, especially since our customers sometimes forget to flush the toilet."

CHRIS: "Ahahah hahaha!! 😂 You're really going to like it here!"

The manager was a large white man a little taller than Chris, and about sixty years old. To his satisfaction at discovering that Liam liked cleaning toilets, Liam understood that this old boss liked to exploit his employees, especially if they were young and naive like him. He was going to be able to make him clean the toilets as often as possible, unaware that Chris had only lied to humiliate Liam. The fat old boss's eyes sparkled at the idea of ​​having a lackey at his disposal and planning to pay him as little as possible while making him work harder. Lots of ideas were brewing in his head.

THE MANAGER: "Besides, Chris told me that you know how to drive, so that's a good thing since we sometimes have drunk customers. To avoid tarnishing the reputation of my restaurant with car accidents, it's you who will have to drive drunk customers back so that they arrive home safe and sound."

What a humiliation for poor Liam, promised to a prestigious university and finding himself exploited by his only friend! But he had to pay rent to Chris in order to stay at home. So he accepted this job and left with Chris. When he got to Chris's house, he took off his shoes and licked Chris's feet until he fell asleep.

The next day, a grueling day began as he would have to work very early at the McDonald's drive-thru after preparing breakfast, so that he could relax while Liam worked to earn money which he he was going to pay it to him.

A long summer awaited Liam...

(below, a picture that give you an idea of Liam and Chris, even though Chris is supposed to be blond)

PART BY phagster2

Liam’s world had completely shifted. What started as simple tutoring for Chris had snowballed into a life of total submission and servitude. He couldn’t quite pinpoint when it had all gone so wrong, when he had stopped living for himself and started living solely for Chris’s benefit. But here he was, having given up his dream of attending a prestigious university, all for Chris—his "friend," his "master."

The dining incident at the restaurant solidified what Liam had known deep down: he was no longer an equal to Chris, not even a friend. He was a servant, a tool. Chris’s arrogance was unmatched, and yet Liam couldn’t muster the courage to resist. Every time he tried to think about leaving, about reclaiming his own life, Chris would somehow make him feel both essential and replaceable all at once. The balance of power was so lopsided that Liam had convinced himself this was the only life he deserved.

When they returned home, Chris collapsed onto the couch, not even bothering to take off his shoes. Liam, trained in his role by now, knelt beside him, unlacing his sneakers and peeling off his socks. The stench hit him immediately, but he didn't flinch. This had become routine, almost second nature. Chris smirked down at him.

“Good job tonight, Loser,” Chris said, his tone mocking but casual.

CHRIS : “You paid for dinner, found yourself a job, and handled all the hard stuff so I didn’t have to lift a finger. That’s what you’re here for, right?”

Liam nodded, his face flushed with shame, but he said nothing. Chris didn't wait for a response. He stretched out his legs and signaled for Liam to begin massaging his feet, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. As his fingers worked the familiar grooves of Chris’s sweaty feet, Liam’s thoughts wandered.

How had it come to this? He had been the best student in school, someone with prospects and potential. But Chris—Chris had something Liam lacked: charisma, confidence, the ability to command a room, to make people bend to his will. And somehow, Chris had managed to make Liam bend completely, stripping him of any identity or self-worth he once had.

Now, as Chris casually bragged about his university acceptance—a position Liam had forfeited for him—Liam realized that his life was no longer his own. He had become trapped in a cycle of dependence, tied to Chris by some twisted mix of admiration and fear. Chris, oblivious to the internal conflict brewing inside his so-called friend, was too consumed by his own greatness.

"I’ve been thinking," Chris said, interrupting Liam's thoughts.

CHRIS : "I can’t let you stay like this forever, right? I mean, you’ve got to have some ambition, even if it's just to be my assistant full-time. So here’s what we’re gonna do. You’ll keep working your little job, whatever it takes to pay rent and keep the house running. And I’ll focus on being the best. You handle everything else, okay? That’s your role, Loser."

Liam’s heart sank, but outwardly, he remained passive, his hands continuing to massage Chris’s feet. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

Chris took a deep breath, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head.

CHRIS : “And don’t forget, Loser—you’ve got to drive me to practice every morning, so get up early and make sure breakfast is ready. I’ve got to keep in shape, after all. Someone’s gotta be the star, and we both know it’s not you.”

Liam felt the knot in his chest tighten, but he nodded. This was his life now, wasn’t it? Every action, every thought, revolved around Chris. He had given up everything—his education, his future, his freedom—for a man who barely acknowledged him as more than a useful tool.

As Chris drifted off to sleep, his feet still resting in Liam’s lap, the crushing weight of Liam's reality settled over him like a thick fog. He had once imagined using Chris’s charisma to gain a luxurious life, but it was clear now that Chris had flipped the script. Liam wasn’t using Chris; Chris was using him, and the worst part was that Liam had willingly walked into this life, one humiliating step at a time.

The future stretched out before him, bleak and unchanging. A future of serving Chris, of cleaning, cooking, and working dead-end jobs to make sure Chris could continue living the life of a king. And yet, part of Liam couldn’t let go of the faint, desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way out. But for now, as he looked down at Chris’s sleeping form, he knew that day wasn’t coming any time soon.

The next morning came all too quickly for Liam. He barely slept, his mind racing as he replayed the conversation with Chris from the night before. The way Chris had effortlessly dismissed him as nothing more than a servant, a cog in the machine that kept his life running smoothly. Liam had always known his place, but hearing it laid out so bluntly cut deeper than he had expected.

The sound of Chris stirring in his bed pulled Liam from his thoughts. The day had begun, and so had his duties. Without waiting for a prompt, Liam quietly slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast—everything laid out perfectly, just the way Chris liked it. As he worked, he could hear the familiar thud of Chris's footsteps as he lazily approached.

CHRIS : “Breakfast ready, Loser?”

Chris called out, his voice rough from sleep but still carrying that commanding tone that Liam had come to expect.

“Yes, Mr. Chris,” Liam responded automatically, placing the plate on the table just as Chris walked in, shirtless, stretching and yawning.

Chris sat down, eyeing the food in front of him before glancing at Liam.

“Looks good,” he said, casually picking up a fork and digging in.

CHRIS : “You’re really getting the hang of this whole servant thing, huh?”

Liam stood by, waiting for any additional commands, trying to keep his face neutral.

LIAM : "I’m just glad I can be useful, Mr. Chris."

Liam replied, though the words felt hollow even as they left his mouth.

Chris ate in silence for a few minutes before speaking again.

CHRIS : “So, today’s a big day. Practice at 6, then I’ve got a meeting with the university admin. Make sure you have my gym bag packed and ready to go, and don’t forget to wash my car. Gotta show up looking good, you know?”

Liam nodded, his chest tightening.

LIAM : “I’ll take care of it, Mr. Chris.”

Chris leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smirking at Liam.

CHRIS : “You’re really something, Loser. I mean, you’ve got all that brainpower, and yet you choose to serve me. Kinda funny when you think about it.”

Liam bit back a response. He didn’t choose this life, not really—but he had walked into it willingly, hadn’t he? He’d given up his dreams, his future, to serve Chris. And for what? The scraps of approval Chris tossed his way? Still, he knew better than to speak out of turn.

Chris continued, leaning forward slightly.

CHRIS : “You ever think about what your life would’ve been like if you hadn’t, you know, dedicated it to me? Probably pretty boring, huh? Some college kid buried in books, eating ramen, working a part-time job. But now? Now you get to live with someone like me. You get to drive my car, make my life easier. I’d say you’re pretty lucky.”

Lucky. That word echoed in Liam’s head. Was this luck? Was it lucky to have given up everything he once valued to serve someone who barely noticed his existence beyond how useful he was? Liam struggled to maintain his composure as Chris stood up from the table, stretching again.

“I’ll hit the shower. Get my gym clothes ready,” Chris said over his shoulder as he headed toward the bathroom.

CHRIS : “And Loser—make sure you’re on time today. You’re my ride, after all.”

“Yes, Mr. Chris,” Liam murmured, turning away to gather the items Chris would need for his workout.

As Liam folded Chris’s gym clothes neatly, his mind raced. The stark contrast between the life he could have had—attending a prestigious university, following his own dreams—and the life he had now, catering to every whim of Chris, was overwhelming. And yet, there was a part of him that couldn’t walk away, a part that had become tethered to Chris’s dominance and the twisted sense of purpose it gave him.

Chris returned from his shower, towel slung over his shoulders, his muscular frame glistening with droplets of water. He barely acknowledged Liam as he picked up the neatly arranged clothes.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Loser,” Chris said with a smirk.

CHRIS : “Maybe I should start paying you… or nah, this is more fun.”

Liam forced a weak smile as Chris dressed. When Chris was finally ready, he tossed his car keys onto the table.

CHRIS : “Let’s go. And don’t forget to wash the car after practice.”

The drive to practice was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence between them. Liam’s hands gripped the steering wheel as Chris casually scrolled through his phone, oblivious to the inner turmoil brewing within Liam. He glanced at Chris, the man who had taken over his life so completely, and wondered how things had gotten this far.

When they arrived at the gym, Chris turned to Liam, a smug grin on his face.

CHRIS : “Alright, Loser, I’ll be in there for a while. You know the drill—get everything clean and ready for later. Oh, and there’s some trash in the backseat you can take care of.”

Liam nodded, watching as Chris disappeared into the gym. He stood by the car for a moment, the weight of his life pressing down on him. With a deep sigh, he grabbed a sponge and bucket, kneeling beside the car to wash it, just as he had been ordered to do.

As he scrubbed the car clean, Liam couldn't help but reflect on how far he had fallen. He wasn’t just a servant to Chris—he had become a shadow of who he used to be. Every act of obedience, every submissive gesture chipped away at what little was left of his identity. And yet, as much as he resented it, he couldn’t stop himself. Chris’s hold on him was too strong, his influence too powerful.

And so, Liam continued to serve, continued to bend to Chris’s will, knowing deep down that this was his life now.

PART BY submissivegayfrenchboy2

Liam had 3 hours free in front of him, once he dropped Chris off at his gym. But he wasn't really free since he had to go work at McDonald's in order to earn a salary that would allow him to pay Chris rent. It was humiliating for this very intelligent student to find himself serving fast food to poor and ugly people, while Chris trained to stay strong and handsome.

3 hours later, his shift was over and Liam changed in order to return to Chris's gym. Like his driver, he waited for Chris who came out shortly after. At least Liam wasn't late.

Instinctively, Liam got out of the car to pick up the gym bag that Chris threw in his face, without warning him or thanking him for already being back. Chris was going to sit in the passenger seat in the front and Liam joined him to drive him home.

At a red light, Chris turned to Liam and opened his beautiful mouth near Liam's face: BBBBBBbbbbbRRRRrrrPPPPpppTtttttt!!!

A thunderous burp rang in Liam's ears and the smell entered his nostrils.

CHRIS: "His protein shake is doing me good 🤣"

For Chris, burping in Liam's face was completely natural.

Later, he lifted his muscular thigh towards Liam, raised a finger as if to announce something and: PPPPPpppppRRRRrrrrrrTTTTTTTTttttt!!!!

A loud, nauseating fart came out of Chris's big ass.

LIAM: "That was impressive, Mr. Chris! The best fart I've ever heard! And it smells great too!"

Liam was shocked by what he had just said. Chris hadn't forced him to compliment his fart: he had spontaneously shown himself to be flattering towards his master's flattulence. He who was so cultured and had a lot of vocabulary found himself flattering farts! Chris was pleasantly surprised by Liam's attitude and ruffled his hair like a grandfather would do to a nice kid.

Once home, Chris went to the bathroom without flushing - obviously since Liam would do it after him - and made Liam understand that he was waiting for him.

NEXT : Liam takes Chris to his new university... How does Chris will behave there ?

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🇨🇵 FRANCAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

Cette histoire longue est la première depuis la suppression de mon précédent compte.

Je voudrais remercier infiniment mon ami et co-auteur @phagster2 pour avoir accepté d'écrire cette histoire avec moi.

Il s'agit de la continuité d'une histoire qu'il a écrit et qui m'a inspiré.

Notre ambition est de faire une série comme celle intitulée ETHAN.

Voilà la première partie, dans laquelle Chris, le grand mâle blond aux yeux bleus fait de Liam, un élève studieux, son serviteur.

J'espère que vous serez présent pour lire cette histoires et les parties suivantes 😁

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE écrite en collaboration avec mon ami @phagster2

- LIAM LE LOSER - PARTIE 1

PARTIE DE submissivegayfrenchboy2

CHRIS : "J'aurai aussi besoin que mon pédé me suive à l'université. J'espère que tu n'es pas encore inscrit dans une université, et si c'est le cas, tu abandonneras. J'ai besoin de toi dans mon dortoir à plein temps. Tu as un mois pour faire tes valises et venir avec moi."

Liam a rapidement envoyé un email à la prestigieuse université dans laquelle il avait été accepté, s'excusant d'avoir dû retirer ta candidature à la dernière minute.

Mais, en réalité, Liam a fait plus que retirer sa candidature : il a demandé à ce que Chris prenne sa place ! Liam se disait que, quitte à ce qu'il doive renoncer à sa place dans l'université prestigieuse où il avait été admis, autant qu'il en fasse profiter quelqu'un. Et qui le mérite plus que Chris ? Chris lui a ordonné de rester son assistant pédé dans sa propre université. Liam a accepté, à la fois par admiration pour Chris et aussi parce qu'il lui fait un peu peur. Mais Chris n'est pas effrayant, méchant, violent... Il est gentil avec lui tant que Liam obéit, alors ce dernier se dit qu'il devrait continuer à servir Chris comme assistant.

Mais une université publique était indigne de recevoir un homme comme Chris. Il avait été le Roi de la Promo, le vainqueur de tous les matchs du lycée, et, en ayant eu des bonnes notes grâce au fait qu'il avait utilisé Liam comme esclave de devoirs. Liam est le meilleur élève de tout le lycée, il est cultivé et intelligent, mais n'était pas très charismatique, drôle, séduisant. Il n'est ni beau ni laid, ni fort ni faible, ni petit ni grand, ni riche ni pauvre. Bref, Liam est normal, basique, moyen, passe inaperçu.

Il a désormais une stratégie : il va utiliser Chris pour avoir une vie luxueuse, laisser Chris croire qu'il le contrôle, mais en fait Liam compte utiliser la beauté et le charisme de Chris pour obtenir ce qu'il souhaite à travers lui. Il lui suffit de transformer Chris en homme éduqué et élégant, tout ce qu'il n'est pas.

Tout d'abord, Liam envoya une lettre de recommandation à son université en disant qu'il renonce à sa place en demandant à ce qu'elle soit donnée à Chris Leyne. Dans sa lettre, il vante les qualités physiques et morales de Chris et envoie des photos de Chris. Un recrutement pour une école aussi prestigieuse nécessite une rencontre physique entre le conseil et l'élève, mais Liam espère que, ayant été admis sans passer d'entretien orale tellement il a de bonnes notes, que la même chose se passera pour Chris.

Une semaine plus tard, Liam, installé chez Chris depuis qu'il a été mis à la porte par sa famille, entend Chris l'appeller dans le salon. Chris a proposé à Liam d'habiter chez lui, et, en échange de son hospitalisé, de s'occuper des tâches ménagères.

Les parents de Chris étaient partis en vacances, donc Chris était le seul maître et Liam agissait en parfait domestique.

Occupé à cuisiner le dîner, Liam retira son tablier et arriva dans le salon où Chris était assis sur le canapé. Il pensa à apporter une canette de bière à Chris, qui l'a pris sans regarder ni remercier Liam. Il désigna le sol à Liam en lui disant de s'asseoir et lui ordonna de masser ses longs pieds puants plein de sueur. Liam était tel un chien aux pieds de son propriétaire et commença à masser les longs pieds chauds de son maître.

CHRIS : "J'ai ici une lettre d'admission à la POWERFUL FUTURE UNIVERSITY! C'est la meilleure académie du pays ! Je n'y ai même pas postulé ! Ça prouve que je suis exceptionnel."

LIAM : "Oui, Monsieur Chris, il est certain que le conseil a réalisé la personne incroyable que vous êtes. Vous êtes parfait et il est normal que vous alliez étudié à la meilleure école."

CHRIS : "Mais qui est donc ce mystérieux ami qui m'a recommandé. Peut-être Paul, ou Taylor, ou..."

LIAM : "Ou moi."

CHRIS : "Toi? Ahahahhahahaha !!! Tu aurais renoncé à une université prestigieuse pour moi ?"

LIAM : "C'est la vérité, Monsieur Chris. Je vous suis reconnaissant de me permettre de vous plaire en vous servant, donc je voulais vous offrir une vie exceptionnelle digne d'un être exceptionnel."

CHRIS : "Whouah, Loser.... Pardon, Liam,... C'est incroyable. Merci. En échange, je te promet que je te garderai à mon service quoi qu'il advienne, que je serai toujours là pour toi."

Tout au long de cette discussion, Liam avait continué de masser les longs pieds puants de Chris.

CHRIS : "J'ai envie de remercier, Loser ! Euh... Liam. J'arrive vraiment pas à t'appeler Liam, j'ai passé trop de temps à te surnommer Loser. Je pense que le plus simple c'est que je continue de t'appeler comme ça. Et puis, c'est plutôt joli comme prénom, "Loser"! Bon, alors, ce qu'on va faire, c'est qu'on va aller au restaurant tous les deux, Loser ! Comme ça après un bon repas tu pourras t'occuper de mon dossier à envoyer dès demain à l'université."

LIAM : "Euh... C'est déjà fait, Monsieur Chris. Quand j'ai envoyé ma lettre, j'ai aussi envoyé tous les papiers nécessaires à votre inscription, et comme j'avais déjà réglé les frais de scolarité, tout a déjà été pris en charge, Monsieur Chris."

CHRIS : "Mais c'est super, Loser ! Tu vois, Loser ça rime avec super ! Tu es mon héros, tu es Super-Loser ! Hahaha ! Maintenant, allons manger pour fêter ça !"

Liam a remis les chaussettes de Chris à ses pieds, avant de lacer ses chaussures. Puis, ils sortirent de la maison.

CHRIS : "Tu sais quoi ? J'ai envie de te faire un cadeau ! Pourquoi est-ce que tu ne conduirais pas ma voiture ? Je sais que tu as toujours rêvé d'en conduire une ! C'est une forme de confiance que de te confier ma voiture, alors rends moi fier !"

C'est vrai que Liam avait réussi son permis de conduire, mais n'avait pas les moyens de s'acheter une voiture. Même s'il était comme lui issu de la classe moyenne, Chris était un peu plus riche.

Chris avait donc déjà sa propre voiture, ni impressionnante ni magnifique, mais au moins lui il en avait une, contrairement à Liam. C'est naturellement que Liam alla ouvrir la portière avant pour Chris qui monta sans le remercier, avant que Liam n'aille sur le siège passager tel un chauffeur. Là, il eut le plaisir de conduire une voiture, et se dit que ce n'était pas dérangeant d'être au service de Chris car cela lui offrait des opportunités telles que celle-ci, même si c'était Chris qui a choisit les musiques à écouter et le lieu.

Le restaurant n'était ni chic ni trop pauvre, juste un restaurant sympa avec une bonne ambiance.

Liam a garé la voiture non loin du restaurant et est sorti. Il s'attendait à ce que Chris sorte de lui-même de la voiture, mais ce ne fut pas le cas. Alors, Liam lui ouvrit sa portière, et Chris sortit comme il était rentré : en ignorant totalement Liam.

Il marcha en direction du restaurant, suivi par Liam.

Une fois installés, ils reçurent les cartes, et Chris ne tarda pas à commander.

CHRIS : "Alors je vais prendre une entrecôte avec des frites, et un verre de vin rouge, et mon ami prendra une salade verte. Et rajoutez une bouteille d'eau."

Liam était stupéfait : Chris ne lui avait pas laissé le temps de passer sa propre commande et lui imposait de manger une salade verte, mais en plus sans sauce, comme s'il était un lapin !

Il mangea sa salade sans sauce et dut contempler Chris dévorer son appétissante entrecôte.

CHRIS : "Tiens, je me sens d'humeur généreuse Loser !"

Chris lui tendit une frite.

LIAM : "Merci infiniment pour votre générosité, Monsieur Chris."

Il était censé remercier Chris pour une frite alors qu'il n'avait pu manger qu'une salade !

Moins d'une heure plus tard, Chris ordonna à Liam d'aller payer pour leur repas. Liam se sentait stupide d'avoir cru que Chris allait payer pour leur dîner. Mais depuis qu'il vivait chez Chris, il avait des problèmes d'argent. Déçu de son renoncement à étudier dans une prestigieuse université, sa famille avait préféré le renier. Il avait pu prendre des affaires, mais Chris les avait vendu dès son arrivée afin de payer le loyer que Liam lui devait.

Ce n'était pas parce qu'il faisait toutes les tâches ménagères que Liam devait aussi vivre gratuitement !

Même si vivre voulait dire coucher sur un matelas aux pieds du lit de Chris, et que ses seuls vêtements étaient ceux que Chris portaient il y a cinq ans, tellement Chris était devenu beaucoup plus grand et musclé que Liam.

Lorsqu'il revint vers Chris, celui-ci avait l'air joyeux.

CHRIS : "Tu vas être content car grâce à moi tu as trouvé un travail dans lequel tu vas être certainement très doué ! Le restaurant cherche un nouveau serveur, et j'ai proposé ton nom au manager. Tu commences demain !"

LE MANAGER : "Tu travailleras de 17 h à 2 h. Tu as droit à une pause de 10 minutes pour manger."

CHRIS : "Tu seras occupé le soir, donc il faudra que tu ai préparé mes repas avant d'aller à ton travail."

LE MANAGER : "Il faut être là 40 minutes avant ton service pour vérifier la disposition des tables, faire un peu de rangement."

CHRIS : "Bon, tu devras y aller en bus ou à pieds, car je ne te prêterai pas ma voiture."

LE MANAGER : "Et comme tu es le plus récent serveur, ce sera aussi à toi de nettoyer les toilettes, compris ?"

CHRIS : "Oh c'est super, il adore ça ! Nettoyer des toilettes est l'un de ses passe-temps préféré. Il le fait chez moi matin et soir."

LE MANAGER : "C'est vrai? Tant mieux car nos toilettes sont parfois bouchées donc tu auras à les déboucher, d'autant que nos clients oublient parfois de tirer la chasse d'eau."

CHRIS : "Ahahah hahaha!! 😂 Tu vas vraiment te plaire ici !"

Le directeur était un gros homme blanc, un peu plus grand que Chris et âgé d'une soixantaine d'années. A sa satisfaction de découvrir que Liam aimait nettoyer les toilettes, Liam comprit que ce vieux patron aimait exploiter ses employés, surtout s'ils étaient jeunes et naïfs comme lui. Il allait pouvoir lui faire nettoyer les toilettes le plus souvent possible, sans se rendre compte que Chris ne faisait que humilier Liam. Les yeux du gros vieux patron pétillaient à l'idée d'avoir un laquais à sa disposition et de prévoir de le payer le moins possible tout en le faisant travailler plus dur. Plein d’idées bouillonnaient dans sa tête.

LE GÉRANT : « D'ailleurs Chris m'a dit que tu savais conduire, donc c'est une bonne chose puisque nous avons parfois des clients ivres. Pour éviter de ternir la réputation de mon restaurant avec des accidents de voiture, c'est vous qui devrez reconduire les clients ivres. afin qu'ils rentrent chez eux sains et saufs. »

Quelle humiliation pour le pauvre Liam, promis dans une université prestigieuse et se retrouvant exploité par son seul ami ! Mais il a dû payer un loyer à Chris pour pouvoir rester chez lui. Il a donc accepté ce travail et est parti avec Chris.

Lorsqu'il est arrivé chez Chris, il a enlevé ses chaussures et a léché les pieds de Chris jusqu'à ce qu'il s'endorme.

Le lendemain, une journée épuisante commençait puisqu'il devait travailler très tôt au service au volant de McDonald's après avoir préparé le petit-déjeuner, afin de pouvoir se détendre pendant que Liam travaillait pour gagner de l'argent qu'il allait lui verser. Un long été attendait Liam...

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Le monde de Liam avait complètement changé. Ce qui avait commencé comme un simple tutorat pour Chris s’était transformé en une vie de soumission et de servitude totale. Il n’arrivait pas à déterminer exactement à quel moment tout avait mal tourné, à quel moment il avait cessé de vivre pour lui-même et avait commencé à vivre uniquement pour le bien de Chris. Mais il était là, ayant abandonné son rêve d’aller dans une université prestigieuse, tout cela pour Chris – son « ami », son « maître ».

L’incident du dîner au restaurant avait solidifié ce que Liam savait au fond de lui : il n’était plus l’égal de Chris, ni même un ami. Il était un serviteur, un outil. L’arrogance de Chris était sans égal, et pourtant Liam ne pouvait pas trouver le courage de résister. Chaque fois qu’il essayait de penser à partir, à reprendre sa propre vie en main, Chris le faisait se sentir à la fois essentiel et remplaçable. L’équilibre des pouvoirs était si déséquilibré que Liam s’était convaincu que c’était la seule vie qu’il méritait.

Quand ils rentrèrent à la maison, Chris s’effondra sur le canapé, sans même prendre la peine d’enlever ses chaussures. Liam, habitué à son rôle, s'agenouilla à côté de lui, délaça ses baskets et enleva ses chaussettes. L'odeur le frappa immédiatement, mais il ne broncha pas. C'était devenu une routine, presque une seconde nature. Chris lui sourit.

"Bon travail ce soir, Loser", dit Chris, son ton moqueur mais décontracté.

CHRIS : "Tu as payé le dîner, tu t'es trouvé un travail et tu as géré toutes les tâches difficiles pour que je n'aie pas à lever le petit doigt. C'est pour ça que tu es là, n'est-ce pas ?"

Liam hocha la tête, le visage rougi de honte, mais il ne dit rien. Chris n'attendit pas de réponse. Il étendit ses jambes et fit signe à Liam de commencer à lui masser les pieds, comme si c'était la chose la plus naturelle au monde. Alors que ses doigts travaillaient les rainures familières des pieds moites de Chris, les pensées de Liam vagabondaient.

Comment en était-on arrivé là ? Il avait été le meilleur élève de l'école, quelqu'un avec des perspectives et du potentiel. Mais Chris avait quelque chose qui manquait à Liam : du charisme, de la confiance en soi, la capacité de diriger une salle, de faire plier les gens à sa volonté. Et d’une manière ou d’une autre, Chris avait réussi à faire plier complètement Liam, le dépouillant de toute identité ou estime de soi qu’il avait autrefois.

Alors que Chris se vantait nonchalamment de son admission à l’université – un poste que Liam avait perdu pour lui – Liam réalisa que sa vie ne lui appartenait plus. Il était pris au piège d’un cycle de dépendance, lié à Chris par un mélange tordu d’admiration et de peur. Chris, inconscient du conflit interne qui couvait chez son soi-disant ami, était trop consumé par sa propre grandeur.

« J’ai réfléchi », dit Chris, interrompant les pensées de Liam.

CHRIS : "Je ne peux pas te laisser rester comme ça pour toujours, n'est-ce pas ? Je veux dire, tu dois avoir de l'ambition, même si c'est juste pour être mon assistant à plein temps. Alors voilà ce que nous allons faire. Tu continueras à travailler à ton petit boulot, tout ce qu'il faudra pour payer le loyer et faire tourner la maison. Et je me concentrerai sur le fait d'être le meilleur. Tu t'occupes de tout le reste, d'accord ? C'est ton rôle, perdant."

Le cœur de Liam se serra, mais extérieurement, il resta passif, ses mains continuant à masser les pieds de Chris. Sa bouche s'ouvrit légèrement, mais aucun mot ne sortit.

Chris prit une profonde inspiration, se pencha en arrière et croisa les bras derrière sa tête.

CHRIS : "Et n'oublie pas, Loser, tu dois me conduire à l'entraînement tous les matins, alors lève-toi tôt et assure-toi que le petit-déjeuner soit prêt. Je dois rester en forme, après tout. Quelqu'un doit être la star, et nous savons tous les deux que ce n'est pas toi."

Liam sentit le nœud dans sa poitrine se resserrer, mais il hocha la tête. C'était sa vie maintenant, n'est-ce pas ? Chaque action, chaque pensée tournait autour de Chris. Il avait tout abandonné – son éducation, son avenir, sa liberté – pour un homme qui le considérait à peine comme plus qu'un outil utile.

Alors que Chris s'endormait, ses pieds toujours posés sur les genoux de Liam, le poids écrasant de la réalité de Liam s'abattit sur lui comme un épais brouillard. Il avait autrefois imaginé utiliser le charisme de Chris pour gagner une vie luxueuse, mais il était clair maintenant que Chris avait inversé le scénario. Liam n'utilisait pas Chris ; Chris l'utilisait, et le pire, c'était que Liam était entré volontairement dans cette vie, une étape humiliante à la fois.

L'avenir s'étendait devant lui, sombre et immuable. Un avenir au service de Chris, de ménage, de cuisine et de petits boulots sans issue pour s'assurer que Chris puisse continuer à vivre la vie d'un roi. Et pourtant, une partie de Liam ne pouvait pas abandonner le faible et désespéré espoir que peut-être, juste peut-être, il pourrait trouver une issue. Mais pour l’instant, alors qu’il regardait Chris endormi, il savait que ce jour n’allait pas arriver de sitôt.

Le lendemain matin arriva trop vite pour Liam. Il dormit à peine, son esprit s’emballa alors qu’il repensait à la conversation avec Chris de la nuit précédente. La façon dont Chris l’avait sans effort écarté de la machine qui faisait tourner sa vie sans accroc. Liam avait toujours su où était sa place, mais l’entendre s’exprimer si brutalement le blessa plus profondément qu’il ne l’avait prévu.

Le bruit de Chris qui s’agitait dans son lit tira Liam de ses pensées. La journée avait commencé, et ses devoirs aussi.

Sans attendre qu'on lui donne l'ordre de le faire, Liam se glissa discrètement hors du lit et se dirigea vers la cuisine pour préparer le petit-déjeuner. Des œufs, du bacon, des toasts, tout était parfaitement disposé, exactement comme Chris l'aimait. Pendant qu'il travaillait, il pouvait entendre le bruit familier des pas de Chris alors qu'il s'approchait paresseusement.

CHRIS : « Le petit-déjeuner est prêt, Loser ? »

Chris appela, sa voix rauque à cause du sommeil mais portant toujours ce ton autoritaire auquel Liam s'attendait.

« Oui, M. Chris », répondit automatiquement Liam, posant l'assiette sur la table au moment où Chris entrait, torse nu, s'étirant et bâillant.

Chris s'assit, observant la nourriture devant lui avant de jeter un coup d'œil à Liam.

« Ça a l'air bon », dit-il, prenant nonchalamment une fourchette et se plongeant dedans.

CHRIS : « Tu commences vraiment à comprendre tout ce truc de serviteur, hein ? »

Liam se tenait là, attendant d'autres ordres, essayant de garder son visage neutre.

LIAM : « Je suis juste content de pouvoir être utile, M. Chris. »

Liam répondit, même si les mots semblaient creux même lorsqu'ils sortaient de sa bouche.

Chris mangea en silence pendant quelques minutes avant de parler à nouveau.

CHRIS : « Alors, aujourd'hui est un grand jour. Entraînement à 9 heures, puis j'ai un rendez-vous avec l'administration de l'université. Assure-toi que mon sac de sport est prêt et prêt à partir, et n'oublie pas de laver ma voiture. Je dois arriver en étant beau, hein ! »

Liam hocha la tête, sa poitrine se serrant.

LIAM : « Je m'en occupe, M. Chris. »

Chris se pencha en arrière sur sa chaise, s'essuyant la bouche avec une serviette et souriant à Liam.

CHRIS : « Tu es vraiment quelque chose, Loser. Je veux dire, tu as toute cette puissance cérébrale, et pourtant tu choisis de me servir. C'est assez drôle quand on y pense. »

Liam ravala une réponse. Il n’avait pas choisi cette vie, pas vraiment, mais il l’avait choisie de son plein gré, n’est-ce pas ? Il avait abandonné ses rêves, son avenir, pour servir Chris. Et pour quoi ? Les miettes d’approbation que Chris lui avait lancées ? Pourtant, il savait qu’il ne fallait pas parler à tort et à travers.

Chris continua, se penchant légèrement en avant.

CHRIS : « Tu as déjà pensé à ce qu’aurait été ta vie si tu ne l’avais pas, tu sais, dédiée à moi ? Probablement assez ennuyeuse, hein ? Un étudiant plongé dans les livres, mangeant des ramen, travaillant à temps partiel. Mais maintenant ? Maintenant, tu peux vivre avec quelqu’un comme moi. Tu peux conduire ma voiture, me faciliter la vie. Je dirais que tu as beaucoup de chance. »

Chanceux. Ce mot résonna dans la tête de Liam. Était-ce de la chance ? Était-ce de la chance d’avoir abandonné tout ce qu’il valorisait autrefois pour servir quelqu’un qui remarquait à peine son existence au-delà de son utilité ? Liam lutta pour garder son sang-froid tandis que Chris se levait de table, s’étirant à nouveau.

« Je vais prendre une douche. Prépare mes vêtements de sport », dit Chris par-dessus son épaule alors qu’il se dirigeait vers la salle de bain.

CHRIS : « Et Loser, assure-toi d’être à l’heure aujourd’hui. Tu es mon chauffeur, après tout. »

« Oui, M. Chris », murmura Liam, se détournant pour rassembler les affaires dont Chris aurait besoin pour son entraînement.

Alors que Liam pliait soigneusement les vêtements de sport de Chris, son esprit s’emballait. Le contraste frappant entre la vie qu’il aurait pu avoir – fréquenter une université prestigieuse, suivre ses propres rêves – et la vie qu’il avait maintenant, répondant à tous les caprices de Chris, était écrasant. Et pourtant, il y avait une part de lui qui ne pouvait pas s’en aller, une part qui était devenue attachée à la domination de Chris et au sens tordu du but que cela lui donnait.

Chris revint de sa douche, une serviette en bandoulière sur ses épaules, sa silhouette musclée luisante de gouttes d’eau. Il salua à peine Liam alors qu’il ramassait les vêtements soigneusement rangés.

« Tu t'es surpassé, Loser », dit Chris avec un sourire narquois. « Je devrais peut-être commencer à te payer… ou non, c'est plus amusant. »

Liam força un faible sourire pendant que Chris s'habillait. Quand Chris fut enfin prêt, il jeta ses clés de voiture sur la table.

CHRIS : « Allons-y. Et n'oublie pas de laver la voiture après l'entraînement. »

Le trajet jusqu'à l'entraînement était silencieux, le bourdonnement du moteur remplissant le silence entre eux. Les mains de Liam agrippèrent le volant tandis que Chris parcourait nonchalamment son téléphone, inconscient du trouble intérieur qui couvait en Liam. Il jeta un coup d'œil à Chris, l'homme qui avait pris le contrôle de sa vie si complètement, et se demanda comment les choses en étaient arrivées là.

Lorsqu'ils arrivèrent à la salle de sport, Chris se tourna vers Liam, un sourire suffisant sur le visage.

CHRIS : « Très bien, Loser, je vais y rester un moment. Tu connais la procédure : tout nettoyer et tout préparer pour plus tard. Oh, et il y a des déchets sur la banquette arrière dont tu peux t'occuper. »

Liam hocha la tête, regardant Chris disparaître dans la salle de sport. Il resta un moment près de la voiture, le poids de sa vie pesant sur lui. Avec un profond soupir, il attrapa une éponge et un seau, s'agenouillant à côté de la voiture pour la laver, comme on lui avait ordonné de le faire.

Alors qu'il nettoyait la voiture, Liam ne put s'empêcher de penser à quel point il était tombé bas. Il n'était pas seulement un serviteur de Chris, il était devenu l'ombre de ce qu'il était autrefois. Chaque acte d'obéissance, chaque geste de soumission rognait le peu qui restait de son identité. Et pourtant, même s'il en était irrité, il ne pouvait pas s'en empêcher. L'emprise de Chris sur lui était trop forte, son influence trop puissante.

Et ainsi, Liam a continué à servir, a continué à se plier à la volonté de Chris, sachant au fond de lui que c'était sa vie désormais.

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Liam avait 3 heures de libre devant lui, une fois avoir déposé Chris à sa salle de sport. Mais il n'était pas vraiment libre puisqu'il devait aller travailler au McDonald's afin de gagner un salaire lui permettant de payer un loyer à Chris. Il était humiliant pour cet élève très intelligent de se retrouver à servir de la nourriture rapide à des gens pauvres et moches, tandis que Chris s'entraînait afin de rester fort et beau.

3 heures plus tard, son service était fini et Liam se changea afin de retourner à la salle de sport de Chris. Tel son chauffeur, il attendit Chris qui sortit peu de temps après. Au moins Liam n'était pas en retard.

Instinctivement, Liam sortit de la voiture pour récupérer le sac de sport que lui jeta Chris à la figure, sans le prévenir ni le remercier pour être déjà de retour. Chris allait s'installer sur le siège passager à l'avant et Liam le rejoignit pour le conduire chez lui.

À un feu rouge, Chris se tourna vers Liam et ouvrit sa belle bouche près du visage de Liam : BBBBBBbbbbbRRRRrrrPPPPpppTtttttt !!!

Un rot tonitruant sonna dans les oreilles de Liam et l'odeur rentra dans ses narines.

CHRIS : "Ce shake proteiné me fait de l'effet 🤣"

Pour Chris, il était tout à fait naturel de roter au visage de Liam.

Plus tard, il leva sa cuisse musclée vers Liam, leva un doigt comme pour annoncer quelque chose et :

PPPPPpppppRRRRrrrrrrTTTTTTTttttttt !!!!

Un pet bruyant et nauséabond sorti du gros cul de Chris.

LIAM : "C'était impressionnant, Monsieur Chris ! Le meilleur pet que j'ai jamais entendu ! Et en plus il sent très bon !"

Liam était choqué par ce qu'il venait de dire. Chris ne l'avait pas forcé à le complimenter sur son pet : il s'était montré spontanément flatteur envers la flatulence de son maître. Lui qui était si cultivé et avait beaucoup de vocabulaire se retrouvait à flatter des pets ! Chris fut agréablement surpris de l'attitude de Liam et lui ébouriffa les cheveux comme un grand-père le ferait à un gentil gamin.

Une fois arrivé à la maison, Chris alla aux toilettes sans tirer la chasse d'eau - évidemment puisque Liam le ferait après lui - et fit comprendre à Liam qu'il l'attendait.

DANS LA SUITE : Liam conduit Chris à son université... Mais comment Chris va t'il s'y conduire envers Liam ?

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The excitement of the upcoming soccer match buzzed through the air as you and your teammates, the Golden Army, arrived in the quaint town for the tournament. You shared a laugh with your twin brother, Logan, as you stepped into the opulent lobby of the hotel, its grandeur matching to your  success. The team had spared no expense, booking luxurious suites for the duration of your stay. You and Logan, inseparable as always, had the most extravagant suite of all—a spacious black and gold haven. After checking in, you decided to hit the hotel gym, eager to keep up with your training regimen. As you worked up a sweat, the anticipation of the soccer tournament grew, and you imagined the sweet taste of victory. Dripping with sweat, you headed back to your suite, ready for a hot shower. As you entered, a familiar scene greeted you—Logan, your mirror image, entangled with a stranger. This time, it was a blond twink, his lithe body pressed against Logan's muscular frame. You smirked, remembering the countless flings Logan had during your travels. He never seemed to tire of finding new playthings in each town. Usually, you'd join in the post-training make-out sessions, but today, something holds you back. Perhaps it's the intensity in Logan's eyes as he kisses the boy. Unbothered by your presence, Logan continues his display, his hands now roaming freely over the twink's slender frame. You shake your head, deciding it's time for your shower.

As you turn to leave, a faint blue light catches your attention. The blue light began to glow from the blond's palms, and before you could react, a sphere of energy was launched in your direction. It enveloped you, and in a flash, your world changed. Your golden soccer kit melted away, replaced by a skimpy silver thong that left little to the imagination. You felt a strange sensation on your temples, and when you reached up, you discovered small, delicate horns. As if that wasn't bizarre enough, wings sprouted from your back, and your body transformed. Your muscular build softened, becoming lean and graceful, and your features took on a more youthful, boyish appearance. You stumble, falling to your knees, the room spinning as you adjust to this unexpected shift.

Kneeling on the floor, you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. But your confusion was short-lived as your gaze fell on Logan. In that moment, you saw him as if for the first time. His chiseled features, so similar to your own, now held a new allure. Lust stirred within you, an unfamiliar desire was swelling in you. The fact that he is your twin brother no longer seems to matter as desire clouds your judgment. Your plan was simple: pleasure him until he was putty in your hands, and then take what you wanted. With determination, you pull down his shorts, exposing his manhood.

Your tongue darts out, licking the tip of his cock, and you hear a soft moan escape his lips. "Mmm... Scott, that feels incredible," Logan's voice is husky with desire. As you work his shaft, taking it deeper into your mouth, his cock responds, growing harder with each suckle and moan.

The blond twink, the sorcerer who had altered your form, moves behind you, his touch light on your back. But your attention is solely on Logan, and the twink's presence fades into the background. His fingers trail down your spine, causing a shiver, and then there's a slight pressure as he pushes a finger into your tight hole. You gasp around Logan's cock, the sensation both unexpected and strangely arousing. The twink's other hand finds your horns, stroking them gently, and you realize these touches are not just arousing but also soothing, making you pliable. "Ah... yes, just like that," Logan's voice is a low growl, his hips moving slightly, encouraging you to take more of him. The sorcerer's fingers continue their dance, working you open, and your own cock throbs with need. You're so focused on Logan's pleasure that you barely register the twink's actions until he adds a second finger, stretching you further. "Oh, fuck!" Logan's hips jerk, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth as he gets closer to the edge. Your own desire spikes, and you know this is the moment. Pulling off his cock, you look up at Logan with lust-filled eyes. "I want you, Logan. Let me take you."

But before Logan can respond, the twink coos, his voice like silk, "Ah, no, no, my little demon!" With a sudden tug on your horns, he pulls you away from Logan, breaking the intimate moment. You stumble back and you lose your balance, falling onto the hardwood floor, your wings spreading instinctively to cushion your fall.

Logan stands above you, his cock hard and glistening with your saliva, a stark contrast to his usual relaxed demeanor. "Oh..." The realization hits you like a punch to the gut. This isn't how it was supposed to go. You were meant to be the one in control, dominating Logan, not the other way around. Logan's eyes burn with a new fire, and he doesn't hesitate. He steps between your legs, tearing the silver thong away. "No, wait!" you cry out as Logan positions himself at your entrance. The tables had turned, and he was now the one in control. His hard cock thrust into you, claiming your body with a ferocity that left you breathless. The sorcerer continues to stroke your horns, and you feel a wave of submission wash over you. Your protests die in your throat as Logan thrusts forward, claiming you further in swift motions. "Ahh!" Your cry echoes in the room as Logan fills you, his cock pushing past the resistance of your soul. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into you, and your body becoming a vessel for his pleasure. "Sweet little demon, surrender to your new form," the twink purrs, his voice hypnotic. The stroking of your horns sends a strange calm through your body, making it hard to think, let alone resist. "Ah, yes, let go of your human inhibitions," the twink whispered, his fingers trailing down your back, sending shivers through your body. "You're not one of them anymore. You're a demon, a creature of pure desire and pleasure." Logan's thrusts became more intense, his moans filling the room. The feeling of his hard cock inside you was overwhelming, and you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, your body betraying your previous desires. "That's it, let it go," the twink encouraged, his fingers now stroking your horns with increasing speed. "You're not Scott, the soccer player. You're Sxodnir, a demon of lust and desire. Your purpose is to serve and please." His words resonated within you, and as Logan's pace quickened, you felt a surge of arousal. Your eyes widen as you realize what's happening. The stroking of your horns was like a spell, making you pliable and docile, erasing your former desires. "Oh... oh yes!" Logan's voice cracked as he drove into you, his body glistening with sweat. His eyes locked with yours, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the brother you knew, but then, something shifted. The brotherly bond faded, replaced by a new, unfamiliar yearning. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. You weren't thinking of Logan as your sibling anymore; he was your master, and the thought sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your cock, throbbing and hard, responded to this newfound submission, and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of surrender, you climaxed, your essence shooting out in a warm release. Logan's eyes widened as he felt your ass clench around him, and with a final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to his own release, filling you with his seed. "Yes!" he grunted, his body shuddering. "The transformation is complete!" the twink exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph. "You are no longer brothers, but a demon and his master! Sxodnir, the Himbo-demon, is born!"

As your vision clearer in the aftermath of your climax, you see Logan and the twink embracing, their passion evident. "You've given me the perfect gift, Felix. My brother is now an obedient servant." Logan's eyes find yours, and he smiles, a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "Sxodnir, huh? I like the sound of that. No more sharing the spotlight, my … not brother anymore," Logan said smirking down on you. "You'll be the talk of the Golden Army as their new mascot." The twink Felix, now your master, added, "And you'll serve us both with unwavering devotion. The seed of our union will ensure your loyalty." Logan, still standing tall above you, grinned triumphantly. "You were always the more popular one, Scott. Now, as Sxodnir, you'll know your place." As their words sank in, you felt a shift within your very being. The sense of obedience they spoke of wasn't forced; it was natural, a part of your new identity. Logan and Felix as your masters...it feels strangely right, and the idea of being their obedient demon is oddly arousing.

Logan was laying his arm around your shoulder and running with the hand through his hair. "And I think it's time we introduce our new mascot to the team. The Golden Army will love having their very own Himbo-demon." The blond twink nods, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Indeed, they will adore you, Sxodnir. And you'll adore serving them, won't you?" You can only nod, the words 'yes, master' forming on your lips. A satisfied grin appeared Felix’ face, "I knew you'd be the perfect little slut, Sxodnir!" "I... I am yours," you whisper, your voice filled with newfound submission. Logan and Felix exchanged a satisfied glance, their plan a success.  Your words were simple, but it holds all the devotion and obedience you now feel. No longer a soccer player, no longer Scott, you are Sxodnir, a lower demon with a purpose—to bring luck and pleasure to the Golden Army and to serve your new masters faithfully. As the team's mascot, your presence brings an air of magic and excitement to their games. The players touch your horns for luck before each match, which drives you wild by lust, your new form a testament to the power of sorcery and desire.

Baby Fate/Apocrypha! Is incredibly fun to draw

I love that I can technically call this a spoiler

Arthur: Merlin, just to be clear, me having a drink with a servant will be a one time thing.

Merlin: Pff, I've never actually served you.

So we have here a bit of the Liberian's house staff! I present you Ray White, the cook! UwU

"İsimsiz, ardında birleştirdiği ellerinde bir demet misk çiçeği taşır.

Tüfeğinin deliğini sarar, doldurur, kendi aklına sıktığı her bir kurşunda, misk çiçeklerinden biri acımasızca solar, kanar avuçları. Aklındaki mermiler bir yığın olur, delirir, İsimsiz."

"İsimsiz'in şehveti şiddette yatar.

İsimsiz'in şehveti merhamette yatar."

"Edepsizliğimi mazur gör, isimsiz, sen zihnimin en net kısmına cüretkarlıkla oturmuş, sırılsıklam bir tutuklusun."

...Biraz yaramaz bir çocukla ilgilenecektim ve kuzenlerim tam bir canavar olduğu halde onlarla başa çıkıyorsam, bu küçük Kont ile de gayet başa çıkardım.

"Bunu yapabilirim." dedim memnun bir biçimde. "Onunla elimden gelenin en iyisiyle ilgileneceğim." dediğim sırada, sessiz koridorda duyduğum bir kıkırtı sesiyle olduğum yerde sıçramış ve irileşen gözlerimi sesin geldiği yere, arkama çevirmiştim.

Ancak kimse yoktu. İrileşen gözlerime havalanan kaşlarım eklendiğinde, ellerim terlemiş, kalbim ağzıma gelmişti.

"Ah korkmayın, endişelenecek bir şey yok." dedi Haseok elini omzuma koyup sakinleştirmek ister gibi. Böylece kaşlarım serbest kalmış, derin bir nefes almıştım.

O ise sırtını bana dönüp bıkkın bir nefes verip, duymadığımı sanarak fısıldamıştı. "Sadece bunu yapmayı çok seviyor."

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི Servant agere edit 🩹ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

cute boi ♥️

Imagine Catholic saints as modern Christian music artists—what would their signature song sound like?

* Catherine is said by her confessor and biographer Raymond of Capua's Life to have had her first vision of Christ when she was five or six years old: she and a brother were on the way home from visiting a married sister when she is said to have experienced a vision of Christ seated in glory with the Apostles Peter, Paul, and John. Raymond continues that at age seven, Catherine vowed to give her whole life to God. But I left the first verse of the song to artistically represent the color gold as His rightful place in heaven.

Every day with his new big bro John started to become more and more like him. first the way he dressed, next came the hair styling, even his interests, pretty soon the way he talked and general demeanor was completely different! None of his friends from highschool even recognized him when they came to visit! John didn't care, Carlos gave him a purpose and a sense of fulfillment he had never had before, something his old friends would never understand. Soon John went by Jake, and Jake "lost touch" with all his old friends. His new life became about making Carlos's life easier. And Jake was always ready to do just that, with pride every time. Whatever was asked of him, Jake was more than happy to comply. That's all Jake knew.